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The weight of her parents' absence hung heavily in the air, a reminder of the loss they had both endured. Nysaa had spent the past few days doing her research, piecing together what little information she could find about Mace Sinclair. Today, her sources had confirmed that he was going to make a public appearance related to the merger for his energy plant project. It was the perfect opportunity to confront him, to challenge the man who had threatened her home and her sanctuary.

Raymond. Me. No one else had witnessed the disappointment, no one else had seen me sitting alone, waiting for someone who never came. However, our anniversary banquet had been different. That humiliation happened in front of an entire ballroom. I had been abandoned publicly, embarrassed publicly, then mocked publicly by millions of strangers online. By all rights, I should have been furious. I should have been making his life difficult, not calmly offering to apologize. Raymond stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searched my face carefully.

"Darian. The preschool is described." She heard him exhale. "I know. I'm working on it." His voice was controlled in the way it was controlled when he was managing something large and was not going to allow it to show. "I have Cressida on the board. I have legal working on a takedown request for the original article. The two outlets that picked it up will follow the original down." A pause. "It won't disappear completely. But it will be significantly reduced by Monday." "That's not" She stopped. "That is not what I am most concerned about."

Minerva let out a nervous laugh. “No, of course not. You know – “ “Then Linda Lopez will retain her shares. We will honour father’s last wishes as it is” “Anyone who has objections, feel free to return everything my father has given you” she looked around to see anyone who would object. “Is there anything else, Uncle Jeffrey?” she wanted to escape from there as soon as possible. “Nothing else, only the re-distribution of the shares will be made public”

Then at the cupboard. Then back at the packet. Luna voluntarily ate this. Not once. Not twice. She had an entire fucking shelf dedicated to it. I opened the cupboard. Ramen. Ramen. More ramen. Different flavours. Chicken. Beef. Spicy chicken. Extra spicy chicken. Something called nuclear fire chicken. I picked that one up. Nuclear. Fire. Chicken. Who the fuck approved that name? I turned the packet around. The instructions had a warning symbol. I stared at it.

I cleaned up the breakfast plates, arranged the leftover fruit neatly on the counter, and straightened a few things just to keep my hands busy. Then my phone buzzed against the table. I frowned, wiping my hands on a towel as I picked it up. The number was unfamiliar—unknown. Curiosity sparked through the haze of fatigue. I hesitated for a second, then swiped the screen open. A single message glowed back at me. Hi Macey, can we meet?

I didn’t have much money, and I wasn’t particularly capable. [After arriving here, the system told me that if I helped Miley take her company public, I would be allowed to go home. [I could have left much earlier, but I couldn't bear to leave you. [You were the only thing in this world I couldn't let go of. [The USB drive contains all the evidence needed to bring down Sean and Everdusk Group. [But now isn’t the time. [Dad asked Uncle Dylan to calculate everything. The best time to use it is when you’re twenty-five.

I yawned and said, "Whatever, man. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to catch some rest." "You spent all night with her, and all you can say is 'alright'?" Robert scoffed. "I've got to see what makes this girl so special." That instantly jolted me awake. "Robert! I'm warning you—don't you dare try to book the coin I bought yesterday!" Robert grew annoyed. "What's your problem? Can't we share the fun?" "I'm not joking around. Just leave this one alone. There are plenty of other coins on that site," I stated seriously.

A little something called self sabotage. Self sabotage; behavior or thoughts, especially of an involuntary or unconscious nature, that are harmful to one’s own interests or development. Liviana never thought of herself as being so reckless, so careless. So, why was it that whenever the threat of having her mask ripped away arose, she turned into this villain? She would scream, thrash, threaten. And then, when none of that worked, she would plot. She would rewrite her character, stopping her dance as, instead, she glared. She stopped the entertainment, dropping the act and putting an end to her puppet show, and she would emerge as someone new, someone unrecognizable. Someone that they wouldn’

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